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Love
Immortal
Felicity Heaton
Rescued from werewolves by the most breathtaking man she's ever seen, Lauren is
dragged into the fight of her life and a dark world she never knew existed.
There, she discovers that she's the latest reincarnation of a goddess and must
drink the blood of her immortal protector, Julian, in order to reawaken and
continue her three thousand year old mission to defeat Lycaon, the original
werewolf.
With the help of Julian and an organisation of people with supernatural
abilities, Lauren fights for her life, their future and the fate of mankind
against Lycaon and his deadly army, but can she succeed when Lycaon has killed
all of her predecessors?
Can she crack the armour around Julian's heart and seize her happily forever
after with him? And can Julian bring himself to trust Lauren with the fragments
of his heart after everything he's been through?
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Love Immortal –
Excerpt
Monsters existed.
Lauren had always suspected it to be true, and now she had all the evidence she
needed.
One was standing twenty feet in front of her.
It towered over her, yellow eyes glowing in the dim alley between the old
redbrick houses of her neighbourhood. Tufted black wiry fur covered it from
tail to pointed ears, from the long claws on its colossal paw-like hands to the
thick trunks of its hind legs. Her fevered mind said that it was only an
escaped wolf from London Zoo, but Lauren couldn’t bring herself to believe it.
She’d seen the wolves once. This creature was nothing like them. This was
something else.
Its mouth opened to reveal jagged teeth, each the size of her thumb.
Why Grandma, what big teeth you have.
All the better to eat you with.
Icy fingers clutched her heart and Lauren trembled, cold sweat trickling down
her back beneath the skinny-fit brown t-shirt. The mad rush of her pulse made
her dizzy and unexpended adrenaline stole her strength. Whoever had said that
adrenaline made you invincible was a liar. Her legs were shaking so much that
they were close to buckling, the gym bag on her shoulder was too heavy, and her
thick black winter jacket felt impossibly tight, as though it was squeezing the
air from her lungs.
Instinct told her to run.
If only her feet would cooperate.
Her shoulders slumped when the monster took a step towards her and her kit bag
dropped to the ground. The shinai case slid down her other arm but she caught
it at the last second. The feel of the bamboo sword through the black canvas
bag was reassuring and instilled a strange sense of calm in her. Lauren tried
to remember her kendo training and everything she had just practiced in class
but nothing came to her. She stared at the monster, still trying to comprehend
what was happening.
Instinct changed its mind.
Her other hand automatically reached across and undid the ties on the shinai
bag. Lauren swallowed and kept her movements slow, not wanting to startle the
beast into reacting. The end of the bag flapped open and she reached inside,
locking her right hand tightly around the white leather hilt of the bamboo
sword. She drew it and let the carry-case fall to the ground.
This was insane.
Her shinai would last five seconds against such a huge creature.
It didn’t matter. Her only chance of escape was to stun it with a direct hit
and run for her life. Her knees wobbled. That was, if she could run.
Taking deep breaths, Lauren shuffled backwards as the beast advanced and moved
into a fighting stance. She brought her shinai around in front of her,
clutching it so tightly with both hands that her knuckles turned white.
One breath. Two. Three.
With a loud cry, she launched herself at the creature. It reacted slowly,
glowing yellow eyes widening. Lauren struck it between its ears and it yelped.
The sound brought a smile to her face.
It was a short-lived smile.
The monster lashed out, flinging a heavy paw into her stomach and sending her
flying into the wall of the alley. Her breath left her on impact and pain
blasted through every inch of her. She grunted and fell onto the hard tarmac.
Another huge paw flew at her and she rolled forwards to avoid being pulverised.
She turned at the last moment and grabbed her shinai, desperate to protect
herself. She was too damn young to die.
A low snarl sent a shudder down her spine and fear stole her breath away.
Lauren scrambled to her feet and backed off, her bamboo sword trembling in
front of her. The moon peeked out from behind a cloud and lit the world. Her
heart stopped.
Holy God, the monster was more frightening in the light than it had ever been
in the darkness. Long strings of saliva rolled down its fangs and dark fur
tufted down its spine, raised like hackles. It wasn’t a wolf, but it wasn’t a
man either. It was somewhere in between. An abomination. Something straight out
of her dreams.
She’d dreamt of wolves and monsters before, and each time she had ended up
fighting for her life.
It lowered its head and snarled again, hunkering down. It was going to attack.
This wasn’t a dream. It was a living nightmare.
Lauren’s fight left her and she moved backwards, faster now. Her heart started
at a pace, thumping erratically in her throat. She clutched her shinai and
glanced around. It was only just gone ten at night. Someone would pass by. Her
neighbourhood wasn’t normally this quiet. Any moment now, someone would come
and help her. She’d only left her kendo class fifteen minutes ago and she’d
been first out of the door. A couple of the men in her class lived near her.
One of them would come. Someone would. Anyone? Thirty-four was definitely too
young to die. She didn’t want to be killed in the night as her parents had
been.
She opened her mouth to call out for help but no sound left her lips. Her voice
had died the moment her eyes had locked with the monster’s ones. She saw her
death reflected in them, saw how easily it would tear her to shreds and how she
wasn’t going to make it out of this alive. Emptiness settled in her mind,
ringing in her ears.
Cold stillness shrouded the world.
The beast leapt.
Her heart leapt too.
Shrieking, Lauren raised the bamboo sword to defend herself and flinched away,
screwing her eyes shut. Only sound came to her.
The sing of metal cutting through air, an ear-splitting howl of pain, and then
a wet slapping noise.
Silence followed.
Lauren breathed hard, hunched up with her bamboo sword still held in front of
her face. Her rough gulps of air filled the night. When everything had been
quiet for a minute, she realised that something had happened to the monster and
that she wasn’t dead. She cracked an eye open.
The first thing she saw made her retch.
Spread across the alley were guts, blood and the two halves of a naked man. Her
stomach rolled in response to the gruesome sight and she took a step backwards.
It hadn’t been a man a moment ago. Her eyes hadn’t been lying to her even
though her mind had. It had been a monster—a wolf that could stand on its hind
legs, over six feet tall, and had tried to kill her. She looked at her bamboo
sword. Splatters of blood covered the length of it, soaking into the white
leather cap at the end. She couldn’t have killed him with it. It wasn’t possible.
The sound of steel sliding against something made her look up.
Her eyes widened and she dropped her weapon.
A tall man stood opposite her on the other side of the dead person. His long
black coat fitted snugly to his slim frame and the stand up collar rose so high
that it created a funnel that masked the lower half of his face, held closed by
two thick bands of bright gleaming metal across the front. The wind tousled the
finger-length spiked strands of his dark hair, shifting them across his pale
forehead.
Shimmering silver eyes stared at her, pupils wide in the low light.
Her heart thudded in response to the jolt she felt when her eyes met his.
How many times had she looked at someone and not felt anything? Every day she
met the eye of people on the Tube or at work, or even her opponent in kendo,
but she’d never experienced a jolt that shook her to her core.
Never had she been so aware of making eye contact.
The longer she looked into his eyes, the calmer and warmer she felt, until she
wanted to stare into them for forever. Something about those eyes, about this
man, was so familiar. She was sure that she didn’t know him, but at the same
time, she was certain she did.
He stood unmoving, a sense of resolve about him. Everything suddenly felt like
nothing but a nightmare, a vivid dream that this man had roused her from. His
eyes narrowed. Invisible arms wrapped around her, holding her as soothing
whispered words filled her mind. She was safe now.
Instinctively, she took a step towards him.
He lowered his head, giving Lauren the impression that he was bowing to her,
awaiting a command or perhaps something else.
The man raised his head a fraction, so his eyes met hers again.
She snapped out of her trance when, without any sign of emotion, and with
precise and practiced grace, he slid the long curved katana he held into the
sheath hanging at his waist. The blade was clean but blood splattered his
hands.
Lauren swallowed her heart and the fear that rushed through her again. Lost in
his eyes, she’d forgotten what had happened. Everything had seemed so normal
and the monster hadn’t existed. Now she was back in reality, standing in an
alley with a dead man at her feet and the man who had killed him opposite her.
His silver eyes flashed in the moonlight.
Another monster?
She made no move to run, or to look away, not when he approached her and not
even when he stopped two feet away, towering over her. She couldn’t move. His
eyes had mesmerised her again. They melted from brightest silver to ice blue
and she didn’t even try to convince herself that she’d imagined it. They had
changed. Ribbons of black hair caressed his forehead and her fingers itched to
brush them away, to stroke his skin in their place and sweep them from his eyes
so she could see them more clearly. A strange wave of calm washed over her
again, only this time the feeling went deeper. She felt at peace with the
world.
Because no matter what happened, this man would protect her.
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About Felicity Heaton:
Felicity Heaton writes passionate paranormal romance
books as Felicity Heaton and F E Heaton. In her books she creates detailed
worlds, twisting plots, mind-blowing action, intense emotion and heart-stopping
romances with leading men that vary from dark deadly vampires to sexy
shape-shifters and wicked werewolves, to sinful angels and hot demons!
If you're a fan of paranormal romance authors Lara
Adrian, J R Ward, Sherrilyn Kenyon, Gena Showalter and Christine Feehan then
you will enjoy her books too.
If you love your angels a little dark and wicked,
Felicity Heaton’s best selling Her Angel series is for you. If you like strong,
powerful, and dark vampires then try the Vampires Realm series she writes as F
E Heaton or any of her stand alone vampire romance books she writes as Felicity
Heaton. Or if you’re looking for vampire romances that are sinful, passionate
and erotic then try Felicity Heaton’s new Vampire Erotic Theatre series.
In 2011, five of her six paranormal romance books
received Top Pick awards from Night Owl Reviews, Forbidden Blood was nominated
as Best PNR Vampire Romance 2011 at The Romance Reviews, and many of her
releases received five star reviews from numerous websites.
If you want to
know more about Felicity, or want to get in touch, you can find her at the
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